Moving

I grew up in one town my whole life and now I have become a nomad. I even have a friend who refuses to write my address in anything but pencil in her address book. It happens gradually. This is how you can become one yourself.

You move out of town for college and move every year to a different dorm room, apartment, house every year. You think you'll "settle down", but realize you need to move back to the home town to get your Masters. Great. Then you move to another city for your first "professional job". Then you move again into a fun house with a good friend. You get engaged and then married and move back to your home town for your husband's summer law internship. Then you move across the country to California where you think you'll be for another few years. Wait there's more, you move to the D.C. area for another internship the next summer and then back to California. Your husband graduates and then you move back to your home town. Breath. Sigh. THEN after you have a baby you find yourself frantically packing to move again for a clerkship, but just for one year.

All that to say.....I am packing....again....except this time with a baby. Why am I wasting time blogging!!!!!!